Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I wrote this poem,titled self aware, a few months back. Writing and well art in general have become my automatic coping mechanism. Which is great, absolutely amazing, because as of February of this year I can say I haven't self-harmed in a year (over a year now since it's May). Okay well enough rambling..here's the poem
Lying in waitjilted, by a fictional betrayalyou approacha smile flickering across your faceunaware of the wound, the scarsthat have surfacedyou pulled the triggerwithout even knowing ,there was a gun in your handsI lie in waitneeding to transfer the painpass along the diseaseas if hurting an innocentwould magically erase the pain,the tormentthat has formed and engrained itself in my bonesI know,I knowin my head you are not the othersbut their face's flood my visionmemories tearing a hole in what should be a happy momentit's blindingyour face falls as I speakattacked viciously without causeconfusion and hurt spreadsI'm left aloneno relief from angerand then the guilt comesI knew,knewnot toobut I did it anywayknew the outcomesaw the futurebecause it's the paststuck as the world moves swiftly onunable or unwilling to let gocomfortable in my own sicknessin my cage

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I have strong opinions and beliefs and I will stand up for what I believe, but I will always keep an open mind. On a lighter note my hobbies include video games (yes a gamer chick and not a fake one who seems to think a controller is something edible >.<),movies,art of all kinds,music, coloring books,food ..food is good